The word
it conjures
red flames and heat
where fears abounds
and Pain is all.

There a devil sits
upon his throne
wielding a mighty club
denouncing sinners
as they run amok
and have a ball.

But this is just imagery
unknown
no science
almost a cartoon
a visual…
held in minds
pinned by Fear
a place to visit
or be cast
for when we think
our last breath will have eventually passed.

But what if it is real?
What if it isn’t a dim and distant land?
Swathed in mist
obscure and hidden
a place, if we’re honest
most don’t think we will ever see or visit
let alone dwell in its’ darkened depths!

What would it look like
… if it were real?
What would it contain?
Would it have colour
or be black, white, even grey?
Be a cacophony of noise
movement and pain
drudgery with no play?

What if it were pure emptiness
silence
a hole in time
suspended
amid absolute nothingness
a total absence?

No feeling
no breathing
no warmth
no hope
no life giving spark.
Just…
a total and utter void?

What if those we know
our friends
our loved ones
in their minds
were in this place?
Stuck
alone
no light
no happiness
no inner glow.

Would you then think
maybe even consider…
what strength
what courage
what amazing skill
it takes to live?
To breathe
to choose to enter each day
each affray?
Pushing through
existing
trying
looking for a ladder to climb…

Out from a pit
a hole
a cavern
a place so deep
just imagining it
could make you want to weep?

Would you listen?
Would you hold?
Would you dare to be bold?
Would you open your heart
open your mind
offer your soul?
Give those who suffer
a brief respite
by acting as a buffer?

I was actually planning on doing a lighthearted affirmation this week… but several events led to me recalling a conversation I had some time ago, during which someone actually said to me they worried that I was wasting my life (seriously, can you believe that someone who doesn’t know the *real* you would have the audacity and arrogance to say such a thing!) and that led me to musing over how people in general place meaning on others’ lives through their own perceptions.

I believe that this in part is down to self-esteem, as are most things in life… if we have low self-esteem how can we believe we are worth anything, that our lives mean anything… that we contribute anything… and so the vicious circle perpetuates itself. People then project this onto others because, at the end of the day… let’s face it… who wants to think that they are *Billy No-Mates* with a severe attitude problem to boot?

My life has meaning to me… and to those closest to me… my self-esteem is high… yet whenever we are going through a spiritual lesson, at the end of that cycle comes a test!… and I believe that that is what happened to me on that day… I was given such a test. Do I really think that this person is right? That I am wasting my life? No I don’t. I think I contribute quite a lot to others’ lives, hopefully in a very beneficial and positive way. I hope that I help others.. and I know that I am much more content with my inner self, my life… and also how that will ripple out into the future. Just because my life and my views are different to others makes no difference to whether it has more or less meaning.

I wonder how many people who read this blog have gone through a similar thing, have wondered what meaning they have by being here… how much they give and are accepted for who they are, for the real person that is not just the different facets that are shown to others, but that very essence which resides deep within, our spirit or soul if you will (depending on your personal spiritual beliefs)…

I hope that no-one feels that their lives don’t have meaning, because every single one of us has something special to give if we can but see it… and that’s our love, our Spirit… which we can give without attachment or expectation of return… we are all unique, we all contribute… and we all have meaning.

Wishing you a wonderful week ahead ♥

Image origin: Unfortunately unknown, would love to find more of this person’s art, so if you recognise it, please do let me know!